Behold, let's vision take your heart!Garden,Where iron like father reminds brothersOf their consanguinity, averting bloodshed.Where beasts, tired of roaring, rise andGaze at the sky, and are there so manyOf them 'cause they have a differentVision of God?

Where low bird brings the gold ofSunset and all the might of it'sConflagration; lions dream, having theirFaces on pads.Garden, garden where wolves lick coldIron and the glance of a beastMeans more than wisdom itself.

Garden, we haunt with ease-Feral in the massesGarden, man-made cosmos.

Where eagle falls downwards like idolFrom temple roof,And sometimes he seats with a wings soStrangely spread.Does it seem for him he'sFlying high over the mountains?Or does he pray?Or is he hot?